And then there were none.
Nobody to stop them from falling, from trickling down her cheek. Those tears.
No flowers in the garden to keep the leaves company.
No sound from the piano. Just the dull pangs in her heart.
A bouquet, a laugh, a merry tune -- mummified from another life.
Nobody to stop them from falling, from trickling down her cheek. Those tears.
No flowers in the garden to keep the leaves company.
No sound from the piano. Just the dull pangs in her heart.
A bouquet, a laugh, a merry tune -- mummified from another life.
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